A walk in the park

I take Bradley to the park with a loaf of bread, he walks down the grass, "Ack-acks... ack-acks-o... 'read." And patting his legs. I've got my back to the lake - I'm taking the pix. As we get close, they start heading our way, I don't notice, till one's at my legs, across the pond, getting out of the water, on the grass in front of us, we walk straight into a sea of geese. All geese point our way. "WhaAAAA." Shouts Bradley, at the top of his voice, hands, holding bread above his arms. Pick him up, and boot a path through the geese, to the other side of the lake, behind the fence. Got to watch your back there though, they sneak up behind you from around the side of the fence. As Bradley is keen to keep an eye out for, and squeals the alert, several times. This day a little boy, hanging around the entrance to the skittles shoos them away for us. And we give a few slices away to others there, gathered for the display.

Sometimes as I look down on Bradley, and think to when he stands at my height. He's so small. A tiny little man. Shaving, driving cars, climbing mountains. Amazing to be able to see someone grow up.

I think the first time Bradley takes the escalators up to Debinhams toy dept.

He finds the organ, and in the few moments before this shot, was lightly tapping the keys with one finger on each hand, looked like he was in a musical, about to start the intro to a song. And he sings into the mic too. Well, kinda doo-dooo-oooo.
Sorta musical even.
In a parental, dull-as-fuck way.

I have a MPEG off the camera too. Must sort these out, gonna need some more web space soon. The curse of broadband :-)

741 Also posted to: Home page . At: 12:29:10 AM  . .
Permalink  Top    Technorati
Other title(s) for this story: